A Third Ode to My Love

 

my love dwells
in a fern-covered
star-circled cave
inside the wildest of gardens

silent pathless pregnancy
of birth-dense vegetation
and humid nebulae
in the primeval courts
of all that twinkles and grows

away in a grubby hole among
the starlight-sappy roots
at the bottom of nature

there my love is to be found

A Second Ode to My Love

 

my love is strange like an insect
as wings unfold from shell
to flee this room
and join the chant of dusk
through an open window

and later, at night
my love swoops down
like an overcast sky
towards me and my starving iris

 

An Ode to My Love

 

my love is the wingbeat
of a thousand days and nights
in timelapse
a perpetual rythmic shadow sweep
of feathers and sun migrating
to slowly carve an image upon
the retina of the sky